Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on
All those new stop there
But a lot than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on this though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those twenty eight grams
On a up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz tryin' to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
the Jordans, two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like to breathe
my answer, life's like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the